Pundits Grace!!

Ripples of sheen in the bath
Crumbs of dandruff eating beneath
Ego build high akin to cathedrals
Falling echo through a forsaken precipice
Undauntedly a cosmic misdirection

Crater cracks, fissures spill out magma
In search of something beyond natural
Man and beast struggling to survive
Toiling to exist and seek relevance
I am bothered by all the farce, mere nonsense

Gluttony of the top class
Invade us all like some bandits
Prodigal to have and wasteful too
Glory of the ignorant a never believe
I can watch all, and wonder how callous

Done with all the ramblings named judgments
Helluva, it wont come to pass
Is it a mere coincidence or divine
To understand the delicate balance is dicey
And having a pruned conscience to decipher.

(c) Gagman Cleopas